by Bec Fary

by Bec Fary

“A poet would appreciate how this past tense of dream possesses such a special quality — the only word in regular English usage to end with -mt. We hear from people constantly who swear there must be another term ending in -mt. No one has ever actually offered a second example, however. Perhaps it exists in a dream.”

by Bec Fary

“A dream…you had to guess how many jellybeans were in the jar.”

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Enter this interactive ‘Dream Palace’ and you might end up covered in lube and talcum powder, or have a phone thrown at you, but Foreplay (part of the Melbourne Fringe Festival) will definitely “make your dreams come true.”

Audience members are quite literally be transported from the waiting room of a brothel to a high street cafe as the ensemble cast immerses you in Melbourne’s emotionally fraught – and surprisingly diverse – sex industry.

With its mesmerising dream sequences and innovative composition, Foreplay is a disorienting, fascinating and captivating experience.

Sometimes we have dreams that stick with us. Sometimes they’re recurring, other times they’re just so vivid we can’t help but remember them. I’ve heard my friend describe this one a few times now, and it’s always hilarious. When he wrote it in my dream journal someone accused him of ‘dream tampering’ (altering the details of a dream to make it more interesting), but I believe him.

by Bec Fary

He doesn’t usually remember his dreams, but he told me about this one: “I was either this young guy, his father, or the family community around them. Everyone was dressed very conservatively and it was very Middle Eastern. Very formal. I am these people and I’m watching them at the same time. The young man is on trial, like he’s going to college or he’s been given some massive opportunity. The young man does it, it works out well. Everyone is so happy and I can feel that from looking at the father. They must live somewhere really nice, and the son is driving up a long driveway. All the people, dressed so formally, are running alongside the car and no one can hide how happy they are. There’s a man who I know is the butler and he’s running too. He’s fully dressed but he’s running in the river, which is next to the driveway. The father’s standing at the top of the driveway and he’s smiling and so happy.”

by Bec Fary

______ drove me home after a particularly beer-filled night. I was trying to speak foreign languages and rambling and probably the only person laughing at my own jokes. My night ended with me trying to wear a jumper as a pair of pants.

That night, I dreamt that _____ and another friend built a huge trolley to wheel around. One of them was at either end as they rolled around the city. But all they had on the trolley was a tennis ball, right in the middle of it.

I think my subconscious preempted the apologetic message I sent my friend the next morning: “I think I had the brain capacity of a tennis ball last night, I’m so sorry you had to wheel me around.”

by Bec Fary

by Bec Fary

Someone was reading ‘I Woke in Fright’ before bed, and then: “I read it before bedtime and it gave me a strange dream. That I was pregnant and in a shower with a man who was washing me but he wasn’t the father of my child.”